La Guerrera Capitulo 18 Novels & Stories

"Cap, here, she's a fighter." I smile. Persephone wipes her tears away and turns to face Ghost but has her head tuck, not looking at him in the eyes. "W-will, she b-be o-okay?" "Cap is a beast," Gunner shouted from the front as his voice made the child cringe. "Gunner, you ass! Ow! Gentle!" I hiss at the alcohol being pressed on my skin. With that tingling feeling, I clenched my fist, trying to endure the pain.

THE UNEXPECTED RECONCILIATION CHAPTER 68 [And when fate play another game, she was entangled like how it used to do before] Agatha was fuming mad. Her anger is no match to how her eyes are already burning, a fiery pit on a dangerous precipice, but how could not she felt mad? The plan she had been ruined. Earlier, assured when Gerry was being transferred to their headquarters for interrogation, when her men call. Somebody had taken the latter. Men in suits, what more they are armed, and Agatha is beyond furious to know that those guns upon further investigation belongs to a Capo, who is as slippery as his shadows seems to fade through the law. Pablo Garcia, who haven’t had been caught yet, bu

Chyrill down her looks to stay away from Sergeant Herrera, she can't longer take a look again at Sergeant Herrera's eyes, she needs to control her feelings too, she doesnt want to be in love much more to this man, she feels afraid if being hurt again. It was midnight when they decided to go inside of the room Sergeant Herrera was deeply asleep as of this moment, she decided to go outside of the penthouse and take a walk on a sea shore, she just wanted to refresh her mind of all the things that is happening right now, she had learned to live a life without him, but all of the sudden there he was coming back and alive. She can't imagine that Sergeant Herrera lost his leg maybe, he fought in th

And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic. "H-Help…" she mouthed at me, her eyes barely opening. It saddens me to see her in this state, but I know no words or actions can help her, especially if Santi’s hand’s on my neck. I'm flooded with remorse and guilt. I just helped the demons deliver her to hell. "Let's end this one and throw them both in the underground, sir!" Gueverra threw blows at my face again, nearly killing me as raindrops rained on us.

the crowd chanted, their voices rolling like thunder. Guerrero did not smile. He stood still, stone faced, unshaken. “Since you refuse to step down the easy way,” he said calmly, “we will do it the hard way. You rebel.” Lucia grabbed a nearby arrow, pulled the string, and fired at the nearest soldier. The arrow struck his armor, bounced off, and clattered uselessly to the ground. The soldiers looked at the spot where it hit… then laughed. They rushed her all at once. Strong hands seized her arms and legs, dragging her down. Ropes were fastened tightly around her wrists and ankles.

As one my fighters voices soared with mine, our courage indomitable beneath the ancient sentinels. River gasping against a redwood bole, axe leveled at this throat. Jeremy snarls "Ready to surrender, mangy cur?" Rivero smiles cruelly even as blood bubbles on his lips. "Why Captain, this is but the opening gambit. By sundown all you hold dear will be ash on the wind!" Jeremy recoils eyes wide with dawning horror. Chaos erupted as a hulking Rogue warrior burst from the underbrush, barreling straight towards me with a guttural bellow. I pivoted at the last instant, his claws cleaving only air as I spun beyond reach.

This is where Carlos Varela's soldiers were. Just as Diego was about to get his own troops ready, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Lucia Torres. "Diego, you're too late," she said with a sneer in her voice. "You've already lost." You will never get this pack back. "You're fighting a losing battle." Diego's heart sank as Lucia got closer and her smile got bigger. "Varela's soldiers are already inside. Diego, the real enemy isn't just outside. "Your bloodline is the real enemy."

“Thought you’d start the party without me?” Rhea on her other side, arm out of the sling, swinging a morningstar one-handed. “Together?” Rhea asked. “Always,” Serna said. They carved a path straight toward the white-haired commander. The woman met them with a spear of black iron. The fight was short, brutal, beautiful. Serna took the spear through the gut. Kaelin took the throat. Rhea lost her other arm. But the commander died with Serna’s dagger in her eye and Kaelin’s sword through her heart.

How come I didn’t notice… F*ck! “Tie her. I’ll kill the boy first.” “No! Let me go! Gaille! No!” Alora cried. “Archi… please. Do something! My baby…” The moment Gaille left, one by one her men fell down on the dusty ground, leaving Alora alone, then someone went behind me, helped me free. “Apologies,” Agent Martin De Herrera—one of my second cousins—uttered while cutting the knots. “Sevillas’ men guard the place. We kind of struggled putting them down.”

Instead of satisfaction, his anger and irritation surged. “FUCK!!” He stormed out of the main security office, slamming the door behind him. Kaizer casually flicked the cockroaches off his body. The war between them had begun, unrelenting, and neither would ever surrender. The Guerrero mansion itself would tremble under the chaos of a young master and a bodyguard who refused to yield.